The big black cat I called Woolly disappeared. He and Mr. Shire, (below) had a huge fight many months back and it seemed that Woolly won. Woolly was the only one around for quite awhile — but he had a large, horribly inflamed patch that looked like raw meat around one of his ears. He wouldn’t let me near him so there seemed to be no real way to try to help him. I suppose a trap could have caught him — but that kind of stress isn’t much better of a hope than to let him figure things out for himself. It was hard to watch him suffer though.
He laid around healing for a long time and seemed to get all better. Suddenly he went missing and Mr. Shire came back.
I had to catch this picture of Mr. Shire through the security door at the entrance of the house. The kitties inside told me he was out there. I tried to get a better shot but he moved along to the backyard all too quickly.
He’s such a pretty cat and very big.
The above shot was taken just a few minutes before one. It seems that might now be when the sun is directly overhead?
It’s been too hot to do much of anything outside — so kitchen scraps have been going into five gallon buckets with the lids a little loose for air. That big pot with the bucket over it has been filled up too and covered with drier things as scraps go in. The goal is to compost everything in trenches as it seems to be the only way it works. It’s just too hot to try to dig.
A cantaloupe got way too soft before I knew it so I am leaving it above ground to let the seeds ferment inside of it. Wondering if that might make them more viable to use to sprout?? It’s always fun to experiment. That’s how things would happen in nature??
Out checking on things, I noticed many of the Anna Apples had fallen under the tree.
They were big this year and many — but are still showing distress from too much heat. Mostly they fell off before ripening and the ones that did get yellow also got the soft, burn-like spots. They heat up from the inside out.
Anna Apples are supposed to be able to stand this desert heat???
Bah humbug. Pish Tosh. Dagnabbit!
How’s someone in the desert supposed to eat if a London Bridge falls down again?
Well, they’re still pretty to look at and food for the bugs. We’ll see if any ripen for me to eat.
Compost is a good thing overall and the long term hope of any real success — so these can go to that if nothing else. It’s been impressive to see Ms. Anna produce so many that are so big. The first year she made some they were tiny. This is progress. Just gotta get some kind of contraption rigged up out back to create shade for a cooler environment. That is also why the Tree of Heavens are being left to grow. Everything I’ve tried so far hasn’t worked out. Maybe the weeds trees will have to be the answer.
It seems to be that we must work with what we have.
And work we must.
Wisdom corner for the day. (Credit to Jon Rappoport’s blog):
Thomas Paine, December, 1776: “THESE are the times that try men’s souls. The summer soldier and the sunshine patriot will, in this crisis, shrink from the service of their country; but he that stands by it now, deserves the love and thanks of man and woman. Tyranny, like hell, is not easily conquered; yet we have this consolation with us, that the harder the conflict, the more glorious the triumph. What we obtain too cheap, we esteem too lightly: it is dearness only that gives every thing its value. Heaven knows how to put a proper price upon its goods; and it would be strange indeed if so celestial an article as FREEDOM should not be highly rated.”